Emperor (A Crush Poem)
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I scream.
You scream.
We all scream.
“Insubordinate, deadpan, grief.”
What’s the problem
with a triple canopy?
A shortage of vests.
The desire for lightning to strike
the proof that the earth is malevolent.
Prosthetic factory workers protesting
fists in the unprotected air.
In ballistic concupiscence.
What’s the problem
with more toppings?
The tongue is a muscle
without weightlifting.
Our boss is the bomb.
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I scream.
You scream.
We all scream.
“Insubordinate, deadpan, grief.”
What’s the problem
with a triple canopy?
A shortage of vests.
The desire for lightning to strike
the proof that the earth is malevolent.
Prosthetic factory workers protesting
fists in the unprotected air.
In ballistic concupiscence.
What’s the problem
with more toppings?
The tongue is a muscle
without weightlifting.
Our boss is the bomb.
.
.
.
.
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